His other arm wrapped around my waist, under the blanket. He was reading a graphic novel, and he held it open with one hand. A soft chenille blanket was dropped over us.Īnd there was something so nerdily perfect about what we were doing that I might’ve fallen in love all over again.Ĭlosing the paranormal book I was reading, I lowered it to my lap and looked at Sebastian. I was sitting sideways in his lap, my legs wrapped over the arm of the chair. Sebastian was sitting in the old Adirondack chair, his feet propped up on the railing. Right now I was more peaceful than I ever could’ve imagined. Maybe I had already found some of the latter. In me.Ĭonfidence that I would find closure and some semblance of peace. Perry had given me was as real as any of the ones from the past, but it had been a little different. When I left the room with the lamest motivational posters ever, the smile Dr. But I still hadn’t gone to their graves yet.
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